Post-Traumatic Stress

I dream of being safe. The dream goes unfulfilled
As much for me as for a soldier home at last
From months of terror. Sudden movements, noises,
Even flickering fluorescent lights return us to what's
Passed, but left such scars it can't be pushed away,
And these scars now restrict our motion. Safety,
Sought, but never felt, always is out of reach.